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Wednesday, September 12, 2001

And another thing. Everyone keeps talking about being angry at the terrorists. I'm not feeling angry at them at all, and I'm wondering why. I feel deeply sad for those that died and their friends and families. I feel anxious about the future. I feel afraid to travel. I feel worried about our economy. I feel vulnerable. I feel really really sad about the pain that people are enduring. I feel deeply troubled about those who are calling from inside the rubble asking to be rescued.

As for the terrorists, I just want to know why they did it. Why did they choose the targets they chose? And what did we do to piss them off so much that they were willing to sacrifice their lives to get back at us? Maybe once I have answers to these questions, I'll be able to get angry. In the meantime, I just want to start a dialog and try to understand their anger.

And in the meantime, I'm just feeling sad. Everytime I imagine New York City without the twin towers, everytime I replay the image of the building falling, I can't imagine why this had to happen.


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